we chose to fade
like the dying light
of sunset dying
with every passing second
we literally held on
to negative vibes
to feed the poison in us
grow it ever more
in fountain-like proportions
and make us other beings
who would be immortal because
because they chose pain
instead of joy
and we chose just that
we wanted just the same
we wanted to be alive
in death
in tragedy
and we lived thus
in books people read
and cried in corners
of an otherwise bustling city
we chose to be their causers
causers of their deepest wounds
and for some we proved to be miraculous healers
of course
that’s an exception
but oh, what an exception it can be!
and every time we think about it
it brings us tears
like thoughts that rain 
in melody upon eyelids
on rainy afternoons
we felt a need of this pain
of this disaster that releases the mortality fears
and makes us undying beings
of another age
of a far away planet
surviving and thriving in streams of conscience
of generations that follow
and of books that are waiting to be written
and even now are only in their writer’s wombs
we still feel its beautiful
its perfectly mystical in a sense
just because we chose it all
we chose to fade
in the dark
to ignite that light
inside us all.